This book is about to send you off on a journey you never expected, and I am so sorry…
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Year 9014
“I remember what it was like then, to have her beside me. Fillin’ the holes. I treasure waking up. For a fleeting moment, I forget she was ever gone, and there’s my heart, and it’s wild ’n full ’n free, like hers.”
-- Leo Hawthorne Korramist, April 3, 9005
Puck’s wicked smile grew as she kicked her horse faster and faster, clutching fistfuls of black mane as it rose and crashed and swayed like midnight waves against his neck.
The white mare ahead carrying the smirking, dirty-haired boy blasted sand against her skin as she blazed past them into the grassland.
“WOOOO!” she cried out in victory, long, brown locks lapping her face and golden flecks in her hazel eyes winking. “Second place again, Everett? Give me some competition, at least!”
“I would’ve had you if you hadn’t cut the last turn!” he argued, slowing to a walk.
She laughed, “Yah, keep telling yourself that.”
Their horses’ nostrils flared, jittering the whiskers on their muzzles. As they climbed the sloping meadow-grass, thousands of grasshoppers leapt from their path like fall leaves returning to trees, out from the wild up into new sky.
Stopping at the peak, they overlooked the bustling streets of the neighboring kingdom below. The quiet sound of waves softly weaving on the shore hummed in their ears, the smell of salty seagrass wafting on the gentle breeze.
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